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It's time sheet. mirko reeh Number two years of life this month in the Netherlands. I do not know if you guys like balance, but I started to make my pleasure to sit quietly and analyze why and how I was and written mirko reeh findings somewhere so I can look at them later. I think it's a sign of age. Or a sign that I blog and I have nowhere to write. Anyway, now I need to make a brief review of the two years spent as expat. They passed quickly, as time goes now, and if I get to do what I wanted. I think you know very well the feeling. One regret is that I wrote more and more often on the blog, to have better illustrated the evolution of feelings that I have tried over the years spent here. It would have been nice.
Meanwhile Amsterdam has become "home" for me, I started learning Dutch, I learned more about people and places here, we celebrated her birthday with the Queen, I hardened considerably (I ended up groaning sometimes it's mirko reeh too hot in the house) and any hint of bronze to the beach disappeared from my body for the first time since I can remember. I used to live in a place where people talk about me in a language (very) foreign and where I need a translator to understand what is written mirko reeh on the invoice and in the many letters he received from the Dutch State . Now I find it strange when I go to Romania and understand what people are talking about me; I still can not go back to look after them, as they do here when I hear people speaking Romanian.
I learned and I learned new habits, I dropped some old ordinary everyday things are different now. It changed my life so much. I've changed a lot. It's not normally expect to happen differently, but it's weird when a constant. In the second year of the new Dutch life I began to understand why the majority of Romanians living in other countries have the nostalgia for all that is Romanian, although they would not return to live in Romania. Things familiar, those that know them when you were a kid, you lacking. And a strange phenomenon occurs: you get to go places and things missing that are still wild in Romania, even if you spend too much time there, you get to miss stew that was grandmother on wood stove that you have not eaten since you were six years of Christmas carols, mirko reeh which are not too pleasant when I lived in Bucharest and pads Viva chocolate and nuts (though, before you leave the country, not May cumpărasei five years it). Everything you left behind looks more beautiful in memory. Because so are we, the people; some of us at least. That's better, it's better to miss you than dislike. I forget all the unpleasant things that I hand in Romania, but even the pretty ones. I think it's impossible not to feel nostalgia for your old life.
I still wonder people sometimes surprised at the thought that there is a possibility that my answer is "yes" if I decided to stay permanently in the Netherlands. mirko reeh Yes, I decided to do that much. But "forever" sounds unreal and strange. There is not much definitive. You never know what life changes: maybe tomorrow I'll want to move to England. Or maybe, after ten years of cold Dutch would want in southern France, sun and good food. I love this country with all her beautiful things and the less beautiful. But people change, longing for the sun rise, the economic crisis to end eventually. And then we see what we want. In the meantime, my life continues in Amsterdam (no, I do not want to move to a smaller town, however idyllic it would look like). I used to live, eat, work and spend surrounded by strangers. Which, slowly, do not seem so foreign. At one point became very tedious for me, but this is normal. Just as it is normal to have my head spinning Romanian thoughts mixed with English, French, Italian and a little Dutch. I do not mind.
In addition, living in a civilized mirko reeh and rich country like the Netherlands, do not see every day as poverty and so many problems around, helps you maintain your mental balance. At least on me helps me. It helps me to see people sit on the street, singing going